poetry critical

online poetry workshop

Grobyc Fog Nikameth he say before...

Oh CD!
Once you rode high
'pon the waves, but now
your pier shakes
rocking sailes start to die
as we download from dawning to sleep;
perchance e'en to stream
aye, and to rob.

1 Mar 10

Rated 10 (10) by 1 users.
Active (1): 10
Inactive (1): 10

(define the words in this poem)

(1 user considers this poem a favorite)

Add A Comment:
Enter the following text to post as unknown: captcha


you, Mr. Oz.

the robbery bit is tasty.
 — banditfemme

pardon my slip.
You may be a Mrs. or a Miss
 — banditfemme

or a nit

ta very
 — unknown

hello, old friend and fellow.

; )
 — fractalcore

glad toblige
 — unknown